11| everything is love

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"i d o n' t w a n n a b e
y o u r e x
w e' r e w a y t o o g o o d
a t b e i n g f r i e n d s."

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everything is love

12:30 pm

"We gave you a three hour notice and you're still not ready?" My roommate Raven yelled when she saw me still trying to decide what exactly to wear. It was fall, so it wasn't too cold or too hot— but the temperatures change in the morning versus at night; and I had no clue how long we'd be gone. Raven had her hair in a low bun with her black Nike hoodie on and some biker shorts. She enjoyed dressing down, especially to house parties after putting two and two together, realizing that no one is really gonna pay attention to what you're wearing at these things anyway. Everyone was in college and didn't really care about much aside from getting a break from all the work.

"You should've gave me a three hour notice before the three hour notice if you're gonna complain." I smacked my lips. "I'm just trying to figure out what to wear."

"Sasha... we're going to a house party. Nobody is about to care what you're wearing cause half of them are either gonna be high as hell, drunk, or doing God only knows in the next room. And you look fine regardless." Raven stopped talking and looked at me, that's when I knew she caught on. I covered my face and groaned cause I knew what was coming. "Are you doing all this for Jadon?"

"No." I said quickly.

"Sasha..." she sighed. "Babygirl, come on. It's been what? Three weeks? I mean, I don't wanna rush your process— but you both agreed to this." She put her hands on my knees.

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